Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Fuzztones to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Drexciya,
K-Klass,
Kerri Chandler,
Rosa Yemen,
Silicon Teens,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fortunes,
Fugazi,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skaos,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
The Litter,
Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Audionom,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding,
Organ,
Jerry's Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monks,
The Cramps,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Byron Stingily,
Black Pus,
kango's stein massive,
Pagans,
Alphaville,
Freddie Wadling,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joyce Sims,
These Immortal Souls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suburban Knight,
Scrapy,
Camberwell Now,
Grey Daturas,
June of 44,
The Fall,
Pulsallama,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Copeland,
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Urselle,
Black Bananas,
Funky Four + One,
Section 25,
L. Decosne,
James White and The Blacks,
Sixth Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.